The eve of great honor

It was a cold and stormy October night. The Toyz were rocking the house, as usual, when Dannii Lee Damage set his sights on her. All the boys in the band had seen her, she'd been coming to their shows for years, but none of them knew her name. Despite the many years, and many late nights, she looked the same as the first time they'd ever seen her. Her looks had not been diminished by her seeming adherence to the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Her sensuous dark hair framed a face of skin so smooth it looked like porcelain. Yet, despite her familiarity to the band, she was but a mystery to them. That is until this night.

Maybe it wasn't Damage setting his sights on her that made the difference, after all. It seemed that she had decided on him, and on tonight. After the show, it was only a matter of moments until the two of them disappeared out the back door of the venue. Damage didn't even take the time to load out his gear, a fact which any other night would have driven his bandmates crazy, but tonight they seemed to understand why Damage had left it to them to take care of things.

Back at her place, Damage took in the decor. He complimented her on her decorating, he loved all things Gothic. The heavy wooden furniture, the dark velvet drapes, the gargoyles watching over the room, casting moving shadows in the flickering light from the overhead candelabra. She poured them a glass of deep red wine. Damage downed two quickly, while noticing that she'd hardly touched hers. Before he knew it, he was on his back, eyes closed, taking it all in, as she began to kiss his feet, nibble on his toes. She moved to the back of his knees, kissing and nibbling as she went. As she moved up his body, the kisses became firmer, the bites a little harder. But Damage likes a little pain with his pleasure, and the rhythm of her movements soothed him. He began to slide into sleep.

He awoke later, but he didn't know how much later. The room was dark and the air held a chill. A deep, aching thirst came over him. He began to rise, hoping to find a way to quench his thirst, but it was dark and in his haste he bumped her. She, too, awoke and asked him where he was going. He told her of his, sudden, overwhelming thirst. She reached through the darkness, lay him back down with her small, cool hand. She said she had what he needed right there. She told him to open his mouth. He did and, slowly, a warm, metallic-tasting fluid dripped onto his tongue. The flavour was unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant. As his mouth filled, his desire for more grew and grew. He reached for the vessel that held this wonderful elixir. He found no glass, no bottle...

It all makes me wonder. Take a moment and think about it. Did you ever wonder how Damage looks the same as he did years ago? Have you noticed how lively his blonde locks look, bouncing around his smooth-as-silk skin, while he's rockin' out like nobody's business? Like not a day has passed since that night. Weird.

Happy Halloween...

Eli Finkelstein (Cy's bastard spawn)